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Behold, our beloved,

revels in tragedy.

Self-denying abhorence,

for bloodshed.

Behold hypocrite!

Those who run will be burned...

Devoutly wished,

for blinded eyes.

This tragedy's,

like light to the flies.

This seems to suit you better,

bleeding out the eyes,

Hope's left in chain suspension,

holding onto lies to make the truth.

Behold, our beloved,

revels in tragedy.

Self-denying abhorence,

for bloodshed.

Behold hypocrite!

Those who run will be burned...

Devoutly wished,

for blinded eyes.

This tragedy's,

like light to the flies.

This seems to suit you better,

bleeding out the eyes,

Hope's left in chain suspension,

holding onto lies to make the truth.

Devoutly wished,

for blinded eyes.

This tragedy's,

like light to the flies.

This seems to suit you better,

bleeding out the eyes,

Hope's left in chain suspension,

holding onto lies to make the truth.